Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.